Wild Berry Meadow Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful

"To Moonsong?" he asked, surprised despite knowing the hold that those packs had on the area. They seemed a peaceful bunch, so it made sense that they had friends all over. He just hadn't been expecting to run into one, he supposed.

His head drew back for a moment when she stepped closer. Not in revulsion, but because he assumed in that instant that he must be standing in her way. But no, she had meant to come closer — Valiant shifted to allow her better reach, his nose twitching as he took in her scent. No pack, she said, but she didn't smell as if she were entirely alone. That was fair; Valiant didn't smell that way, either. And this woman, forward as she was, probably got this close to everyone she met.

It made him nervous for her.

"You're real friendly, huh?" he said before he could think better of it. His ears fell back and he hurried to explain: "It's just — there's been some trouble in these parts, is all. With a man. A predator."

So you should not be cozying up to strangers right now, he thought but did not say. He did not like to imagine someone like Raindrop running into the man that'd attacked the Moontide woman.